Stripping Time!

Before Daffney could even begin to scramble away, Yana seized the shoulder of her dark grey jacket and ripped it off her shoulder. The other shoulder soon followed and Yana turned Daffney right over as she tore the jacket right off her back.

Yana was going to strip Daffney naked publicly on camera. That was the true beauty of her plan. The real evil behind it. A beating was nowhere near good enough.

Suddenly shorn of her jacket, Daffney found herself down to her grey tank top encasing her A cup tits and her blue jeans. The cool air hit her and she tried to crawl away. She couldn’t understand why Yana wanted her jacket so much.

Then it became clear. She felt Yana's hand dip into the top of her blue jeans. Yana's tugs prevented her from getting away. Thankfully, the tight belt, studded with fake diamonds, made sure her pants didn't move an inch. No matter how much Yana strained and how much Daffney pulled away, they weren't going anywhere.

"What are you doing?" Daffney screamed.

"What does it look like?" Yana gave up on the pants and punt kicked her in the ass.

Daffney went down on her stomach with a grunt.

Yana moved around her target, upset that she had to work to get Daffney naked. She kicked her hard in the back. The downed blonde arched her back on the cold ground of the parking lot and cried out in pain.

Then Yana was on her again. She stood over her and her hands went for the front of her belt. Yana managed to dig her claws in and began unlatching it. Daffney, too, fought against the pain in her spine to clutch onto her belt. But it was too late.

Both girls grunted and screeched at the effort they were putting in. Eventually, Yana managed to completely unlatch the belt. Daffney felt her jeans sigh a little as they loosened. They wouldn't stand up to a good sharp tug any longer.

In desperation, Daffney grabbed Yana's hair and yanked at her curly blonde locks. Her attacker did cry out, but she never let go of her unlatched belt.

"Get that belt off!" Yana screamed as she pulled free of Daffney's grip and wrenched back on the belt.

The leather cut into Daffney as she was lifted off the ground a little. Yana kept pulling and Daffney was powerless to stop the belt from leaving the loops and completely uncoiling from around her waist.

Daffney took in great gasps of air and scooted away on her behind as she came to terms with what Yana was doing. As she watched Yana twirling the belt in her hand in triumph, she realised she either had to get away or fight back. There was no reasoning with Yana anymore.